| I set my sails
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| And betrothed, the wind will guide me
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| To draw upon the North East shore
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| Of the emerald island
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| County Down
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| Where Bangor town
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| Is now and forever calling
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| And recalls me by the shore
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| At peace
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| In silence
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| I sit down by the water
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| And I glory at my host
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| Let the rivers roll over like lovers
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| Oh brothers and sisters and I
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| Good lord you know we need it most
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| Our minds are tethered but our hearts are wild
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| In Bangor town
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| County Down
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| Let Joys abound
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| Back in Fealtys bar on High Street
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| Where we’ll raise a glass to all a fair tomorrow
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| We’ll be found
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| Amidst the sound
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| Of our laughter ever roaring
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| As we drink our fill where once
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| We drowned our sorrows
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| I sit down by the water
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| And I glory at my host
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| Let the rivers roll over like lovers
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| Oh brothers and sisters and I
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| Good lord you know we need it most
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| Our minds are tethered but our hearts are wild
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| In Bangor town
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| County Down
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| And where Jerry wails
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| Writing signs outside the Helmsman
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| Beware you passers by what lays inside there
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| Oh he testified
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| And Julie cried, reminiscing on her story
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| Surrounded once by glory now by violence
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| I sit down by the water
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| And I glory at my host
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| Let the rivers roll over like lovers
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| Oh brothers and sisters and I
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| Good lord you know we need it most
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| Our minds are tethered but our hearts are wild
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| In Bangor town
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| County Down |